a collection of thoughts and emotions, carelessly twisted into words on the leaf of a notepad
.:taure.anwar.rodrigues:.

4.12.2009

the sun's teardrops

LifeDeathRebirthchallenges conquered in infancy twisted ‘round variables of complex addendumbespoke chambers of marginalized thoughtswe live...in solitudemy spirit and I forever bound to this offering of life...fists RAISED in defiance against death and it’s shortcomingsinside my clenched hand I hold the sun's teardropscollecting the water till it becomes an oasis covering the faces of one hundred centipedes marching through existencein the distance it appears as nothing more than a reflection of my pastdropped from the heavens and drawn within a human outlinesoon, we shall become onecompleting this circle of life by traveling the circumference for now…my spirit fills the tenements of body and soul what is left will seep out of smoke filled tepeesI am part of her; earth and her needs insatiable my bones; dust will mix with the wind; collected in cloudsfinally finding rest inside the palace of my fatherhe will take these collected dreams and pour them into my mind’s eyebecoming breath life....the sun’s teardrops